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MEMOIR 

OF 

Dr. J. A. HOTJSER 






COPYRIGHT 1920 

BY 
DR. S. K. HOUSER 

Indianapolis, Indiana 




DR. J. A. HOUSER. ^ y^"^ ^^ 

Was a noted lecturer, and had traveled and lec- 
tured almost around the world. 

A man who ever looked on the bright side of life, 
with a smile and a kindly word, and good advice. 
Was very benevolent, gave freely to all charities, 
never keeping an account against any, or ever boast- 
ing of what he done. Was a writer of marked ability, 
wrote on many subjects, was a great temperance lec- 
turer, had been a believer in temperance all his life. 
He saw the great wrong in the saloon and fought it 
at all times on the rostrum and with his pen. 

In the practice of medicine Dr. Houser was earn- 
est at all times and always did the best regardless of 
cost to him in doing it. Integrity was ever his motto 
in everything he did. Any person who knew Dr. 
Houser will ever remember him by his kind words 
and good advice. We that are still here remember 
him for what he has done. 

DR. S. K. HOUSER, 

His Brother. 
Indianapolis, Ind. 
220 Pythian Building. 



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DR. J. A. HOUSER. 



THE DOCTOR. 

The responsibility of the doctor is so different from 
that of any other person that it is not easy to make a 
comparison. All other callings permit special hours 
for rest and work. The doctor is always on duty. 
No day so fine, nor night so stormy, that permits him 
to rest or shirk. Be he ever so weary, at the call of 
duty and disease he must take his place to do battle 
with death and stay the destroyer yet awhile. Others 
may seek and choose their task ; the doctor must take 
what comes and give his best service, though no re- 
compense beyond the thanks of the helpless may be 
his reward. 

Though the doctor's learning must be of the high- 
est standard of any professional man, and more diffi- 
cult to obtain, his labors take him alike to palace and 
hovel, where his duties are always the same in im- 
portance and gravity, and often upon his decision 
the scale turns to life or death. 

In his duties he must render the same sei'vice to 
prince and pauper alike, and he feels nM less proud 
to restore the tramp than the millionaire to health. 
Each to him is a suffering human being; God's crea- 
ture, and he an humble servant of the IMost High. 

The doctor was there at your birth, when you were 
ruthlessly cast upon the bosom of Nature, like a help- 
less shrimp tossed among the seaweeds by an ocean 

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storm. He heard your lirst wail of agony and soothed 
your first pain. All through life he holds your hand, 
guards your steps and cheers your sad hours. He 
bears your secrets and shields you from calumny. 
The highest court on earth cannot open his lips to 
betray your trust. 

When "the pale horse and his rider, Death," 
comes and stills forever your throbbing heart, the 
doctor js there to comfort and solace to the last. His 
touch is the last you feel, his voice the last you hear, 
his face the last you see before reason fails, memory 
fades, eyes dim. and all the world swoons, and you 
pass to the unconscious sleep. He turns away, like a 
noble knight, defeated again by the "King of Ter- 
rors, ' ' goes to battle again just as bravely for another 
smitten by the plague. Though he could beat back 
no more the relentless reaper, he comforts his own 
heart with the conscious belief that he had done his 
best. 

The doctor is a king among men. No person can 
lock him out, no caste defy him, no court unseal his 
iips. He can stop a ship in midocean when suffering 
or danger demands it. He can hold the world's rulers 
in quarantine until he says they may come ashore. 
If he raises the yellow flag, men flee and leave a city 
to be a desert, and fall on humble knees when he 
holds aloft the Red Cross. Though the nobility of 



his life aud his fidelity to his kind opens the hearts 
of all, and his learning gives him the highest seat 
in the temples of wisdom, hisi wealth is not in gold 
nor his treasures in riciies that smaller men would 
seek. His dower is to know, to help, and to heal. 

While he prolongs the lives of others, the doctor 
dies soonest himself. He is shortest-lived of all pro- 
fessional men. His great care and responsibilities 
are often too heavy for his strength. In the field of 
medicine is found the highest per cent of insanity, 
and suicides are more frequent in the doctor's office 
than among the same number of any other class. 

The doctor's religion is usually an agnostic, sanc- 
tified, creedless, humanitarian devotion to suffering 
humanity. His name is generally on the church 
books, but his soul is too wide for any narrow bounds ; 
he is the cosmopolitan evangel who has a tongue to 
soothe the misery of every race, and a balm for all 
conditions of men. 

Unitarian and Trinitarian, Armenian and Calvin- 
ist. Catholic and Jew, are all the same to the doctor. 
They are bits of animated cla}^ which have taken 
their impression from some other clay, which are in 
turn moulded ])y some preceding clay, but all fol- 
low tlie same light as the.y see it, and all, finally, 
reach the same rest. 

To the doctor, all life comes from God and returns 



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to God, and no man is keeper of the gates, nor guards 
the portals of "The City Not INIade With Hands." 

The doctor works out his own destiny with patience, 
making the lives of others less painful while they 
pass onward to the catastrophe which appals reason, 
shocks sensibility and defies explanation; the usher 
to the charnel house who leads the unwilling guest 
to the phantasmagoria of horrors where life is lost 
in the unexplored beyond. To this end he journeys 
with his kind, and yields at last to the foe he battles 
with so long. 

The doctor sees humanity at its best and worst, 
without its mask and shield. He aids it in its noblest 
efforts and pities it in its grief. He is nearer its 
troubled heart than anj^, excepting only the ''Man 
of Galilee." He hears confessions which never fall 
upon the ear of minister or priest, and which will 
not be heard again until given to the Infinite and the 
Eternal. 

Wlien life's journey is done and the end of all on 
earth has come, and each awaits his reward from the 
unerring Judge, none more worthy, none more noble, 
will be found than he who relieved the pain of frail 
flesh and quieted the fears of weak humanity, the 
doctor. 



EXTRACT FROM ONE OF DR. HOUBER'S 
LECTURES. 

*'A philosophy that points to nothing better for 
man here or hereafter than the irksome grind of 
daily servitude, the fret and pain of ceaseless toil, 
pinched by want of the many, with the keen teeth 
of greed paining the heavily burdened, cannot be the 
true philosophy of human life. It robs love of its 
sweetest expectation, crucifies hope on the altar of 
despair, and leaves eternity upon the melancholy 
desert of Death." 

''The true philosophy of Life lifts up the dark 
doors of death and floods eternity with the dawn of 
an everlasting day." 

"Atheism is the suicide of the soul before the 
opening doors of eternal freedom." 

"The belief in Immortality is the deeper conscious- 
ness of mortality that scans the abyss of the un- 
known, and lights the gloom with a radiant glow of 
hope that sees a landing after the storm." 

"Materialism is the philosophy of pessimism that 
seems to find a charm in the wreck of the charnel, 
and a grim satisfaction in the desperation of its 
despair. Before it the tenderest sentiments of the 
child shrink in pain, and the wearv^ footsteps of age 
would gladly turn back and traverse the lonely and 



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sorrowful path of life over and over again rather 
than fall into the abyss of eternal oblivion." 



DESTINY. 



Oh, Destiny, thou child of Fate, 
Leading mankind to joy or grief, 

With gentle love or cruel hate. 
Giving each the fruits of his belief. 

Whether that be the Christian Cross, 
Buddha, Brahma, or pagan stone 

To bring life's gain or the soul's loss, 
'Tis Destinv that leads us on. 



THE DESERT OF DEATH. 

When our caravan starts across the Desert of 
Death we pass beyond the grasp of friendship 's hand, 
beyond the sound of friendship's voice. Then we 
feel not the pangs of pain, nor the claws of hate. All, 
all is lost in the tumult that moans and sighs into 
the hush and silence awaiting us, just beyond the 
fading light, and just within the starless darkness. 
The soul that carries not its own torch will find no 
light oil the way. 

Blessed, thrice blessed, are they who prepare for 
the voj^age of Eternity before they leave the shore 
of Time. 

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HEAVEN MISSED. 

He who would go in alone, 

And crowd hard by the Master's throne, 
May not get there because another 

Saved the place for some \Meaker brother. 

He whose selfish heart would claim 
The Joy in love alone reposed. 

May find at last his selfish aim 
The opening door has closed. 



MASTER, GUIDE ME. 

Master, guide me, so frail's my bark, 

The storm is fierce, the waves are high. 
No friendly star shines in my sky, 
To Thee alone in faith I cry, 

Hear me, Master, the night is dark. 

Tempest and gloom is in my way. 
What lies beyond I can not see, 
I only hope and trust in Thee, 
I am but frail humanity, 

In trembling faith I wait and pray. 

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AFTER THE STORM. 

I saw the dark clouds dashed wild by the wind, 
Leaving mountains and valley far behind. 
I heard the deep thunder burst from the skies 
And saw the lightning that blinded my eyes. 

My soul shrank within ; I trembled with fright, 
I feared the terrors, storm and the night 
As down poured the dashing torrents of rain. 
O'er mountain, valley and far awaj^ plain. 

After this wild and tempestuous night 
In the clear east came the fair morning light; 
Rain drops gleaming o'er woodland and wold. 
They promised harvest of an hundred fold. 

I said to myself, ''Is not this God's way 
To change fears of night into hopes of day?" 
But poor, timid man, seems never to know 
That after the storm God sends the rainbow. 



AMERICA'S HOPE. 



For us the mountain top, the sun's bright glow, 

Not the shadows in the valley below. 

America must soar, she cannot plod. 

One thought, one language, one Flag and one God. 



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YOU CAME TO ME. 

You came to me last night — I did not dream — 

I saw your face in all the throng. 
Your eyes looked into mine with love's light gleam; 

Your voice thrilled with the minstrelsy of song. 
We walked where perfumed fountains splashed their 
stream, 

And flowers diffused their languid sweets along. 

Your warm breath swept my cheek; your whispered 
theme 

Was love, its subtle passion keen and strong. 
My soul leaped in ecstacy supreme, 

Entranced and raptured w^ith the soul of song 
Yes, you were here last night — I did not dream — 

I only saw your face in all the throing. 



1918— THE OLD YEAR IS DYING— 1919 

The Old Year, the cruel year, is dying. 

With bitter lips the wailing winds are sighing 

In moans and shuddering with fright. 

Harsh as the tempest and black as the night. 

A year of carnage with Death's reeking sword. 

Of hate to man and treason to the Lord, 

Pollutes the world like blood that stains the snow. 

Good bye, Old Year! We're glad to let thee go. 

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THE CURSE OF RUM. 

To forgive the rum traffic for its countless wrongs, 
and the unmeasured misery it has brought upon its 
helpless victims; their fathers, mothers, wives and 
children, would tax God's patience to the limit of 
divine mercy, and to justly punish this arch offender 
of all law of both Heaven and Earth would require 
an eternity of the tortures of the damned. 



NIGHT. 

How beauteous, Lord, all Thy starry way, 

When night breaks through the golden bars of day 

And lights the wondrous torches of the skies 

On the dim, distant walls of paradise. 

In rapturous joy longing eyes behold 
Blissful glory in silver light unfold; 
In this enchanting vision, seen afar, 
Heaven's inviting gates now stand ajar. 

Thus even the lowly, like we on earth, 
Can reach the bliss of a diviner birth. 
And from the dusty path we humbly plod 
Journey through darkness to the light and God. 



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THY BROTHER'S FAITH. 

Deal gently with thy brother's faith, 
It may be all the lamp he hath, 

Filled with the oil of human love. 
To light him o'er life's darkest path. 

Struggling- souls, in a world like this. 
May seem, sometimes, to go amiss, 

To others, viewing them afar. 

And yet may find their way to bliss. 

Each must his own hard battle fight 
With honest faith in which seems right. 

As seen by his uncertain eyes, 

While passing through this earthly night. 

Though he kneels at another shrine 
And his belief may not be thine. 

That thou wouldst send up to thy God, 
His prayer may still reach the Divine. 

Wouldst thoii from glory shut him out? 

There's more religion in honest doubt, 
To him who seeks God's purest truth 

Than all the creeds we preach about. 



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His God he ^ves another name, 

But to him he's God just the same, 
As thine own God is unto thee, 
So let his God him praise or blame. 

He may pass in and there abide 

In that for which he long hath tried 

With honest faith and noble hope, 
Whilst thou may still be left outside. 

Don't try too hard his soul to scan, 
God only knows the heart of man, 

His troubles and his many cares 
When he measures life's little span. 

But learn to love all here below, 
. And to each one more mercy show, 
While journeying on the weary way 
That they may mercy show to you. 



WHEN HE LOVED HER. 

She walked in woven gold with henna scented feet, 
and her breath was like the balm from Ceylon's Isle. 
In the softly fading twilight a halo shone about her 
head, and faintly there came the rustle of wings. 



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Blessed, thrice blessed, is she who never lets this de- 
lusion die out in his mind. Under its magic spell man 
forgets he is an animal, and believes himself a god. 
With this faith and hope to inspire, he passes up the 
great white stairway, taking on and up with him the 
treasures of love and jewels of woman's fidelity that 
keep his heart still young. In the weariness and 
decrepitude of age the happy soul is not conscious 
of the weight of years. It rests in evening's somber 
light, radiant and joyous in its own ectasy. She, 
whom he loved in early life, is now the holy Incar- 
nation of all past joys; she is sacred, though bowed 
and withered. When the pulse is stilled and the tem- 
pest of the blood forever hushed, the two souls, now 
as one, pass on to the Eternal Harmony of the Infinite 
All. 



WOMAN'S FIDELITY. 



Woman has been faithful to her trust in all ages, 
countries and conditions. She has borne humanity's 
heaviest burdens without complaint, and gladly sacri- 
ficed for her kind. 

When all others curse, wound and destroy, it is 
woman's mission to bless, to help and to heal. 

She has ever been man's best counselor, safest ad- 



viser, most willing helper and patient slave. She is 
man's noblest companion, dearest friend, surest aid 
on earth and guide to heaven; the keeper of his con- 
science and mother of his Redeemer. 

In the darkness of earth's misery she crowns him 
with a halo of light, and leads his faltering soul up 
the white stairway of the sky. What the fountain 
is to the desert a woman's love is to a man's life. It 
floods with flowers and bathes with balm the melan- 
choly waste of blighted hope, and to the stormwrecked 
sky of his ambition is the rainbow of promise, and 
twilight of repose. 

When man's best efforts are defeated and over- 
thrown, his genius lost in the night of distress, a 
woman's faith will see a star and her love wdll find 
a path. 



HAPPINESS. 



Happiness is to be unconscious of the misery we all 
have. The only real joy of life is in following some 
exalted ideal that we never overtake. To be lead on- 
ward, eternally upward, is the soul's hope and lii:*e's 
joy. To gain wisdom is the richest treasure the Ideal 
can give and to distribute it to others enriches them 
and does not lessen the wealth of the prodigal giver. 



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GRIEF. 

Grief over the death of a dear friend is the pathetic 
pleasure of a sad but sacred duty. While it pains 
the heart it chastens and purifies the soul and opens 
the portals to the Eternal Harmony of the Infinite 
All, where we shall meet again. Grief is the long- 
ing of painful and imperfect mortality for the 
Paradise of Peace. This may be God's way to unite 
Earth with Heaven. 



SINCE THE BEGINNING of HIS EXPERIENCE 
MAN HAS BEEN LOOKING FOR THE DEITY. 

Now, as in all ages, to the remotest time that writ- 
ten history records the acts of man, and beyond that, 
in still that greater book, archeology, that reveals his 
earlier life to this age, mankind devoted a large share 
of his time to looking for God. He scanned the heav- 
ens with sleepless eyes at night, trjdng to read the 
revelation that he believed the stars held in their 
sleepless vigils for him. He stood beside the sea and 
meditated upon its silencet and depths until his soul 
felt the awe and splendor of its mystery, and tarried 
till the wings of the storm fanned its bosom into 



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mighty billows crashing against echoing cliffs that 
set its bounds, while the bursting thunder and gleam- 
ing lightning gave accompaniment to the exhibition 
of power, wonder and mystery, that filled his soul 
with the belief that the Infinite was passing by. 

lie beheld the rising sun melting the darkness of 
night into the glow of golden morning, and felt the 
life and light touch his being and throb in every 
pulse. He saw the gold of day sink slowly in the 
west when night beat down the golden bars to sable 
shades and vanquished again the blazing glory of 
the sky. In day and night he saw the stupendous 
phenomena of nature and strained eye and ear for 
a form, a voice or an echoing footfall of the god he 
believed present. 

Man sought his god in the depths of solitude, the 
gloom of cave and upon the loftj^ mountain peaks. 
He resorted to fetich, charm, necromancy, and taxed 
alike his reason and his cunning for some personal 
demonstration of the Diety he sought, that his eyes, 
his ears, or the touch of his hand might prove to him 
that God has passed his way. Then he sought the 
aid of witch and wizard who pleased his fancy and 
satisfied his longing by duping his cupidity with the 
first trick of priestcraft that fastened upon his faith 
and fear and accompanied his every step, even unto 
this day, taxing his toil, and holding him in servi- 



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tude on earth, that he might be free beyond the grave. 

This hope and belief became the greater part of 
his life. He took his god on the journeys of joy, and 
to the field of carnage, and believed the object of his 
worship gave him pleasure, even in trivial things, 
and also sharpened the spear with which he slew his 
foe. Even unto this day mankind takes his god to 
war and sees the blessings of his faith in the carnage, 
flame, blood and dead about him. 

But since he disovered, captured or created his 
god, he naturally thinks he should use him and feels 
the authority to command him to fight or play, as 
chance may dictate or necessity demand. 

Back of every war, on both sides, has been this 
monotheism that the fear, cupidity and hope, shaped 
into being with the creative imagination of the mind. 
It has cost the world five times as many human lives 
as the number now living on earth, and the slaugh- 
ter still goes on, even more frightful than in the 
earliest ages. He now uses his genius to aid his 
brutality and wreaks more vengeance than his earlier 
brother, who had but the animal lust for blood un- 
aided by the inventions of our "magnificent Chris- 
tian civilization." 

Though it may be said, to man's credit, that he 
did honestly seek for Grod, but deluded himself into 



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creating what he sought. Being unable to create a 
being greater than himself, he formed his selfish de- 
sires into the personal ideal he needed, and kept the 
myth as a real personal presence ready to serve him 
in good or evil. Man, himself beca,me the master, 
and his deity the slave. 

Man tells his god what to do, where to act, when 
to fight and whom to kill. His guidance from his 
own created myth, but always does as he pleases, and 
seems to believe he pleases his god. 

As yet man has not found God, nor will he till he 
looks for a different being than he has previously 
sought. 

Life is God, and iGod is life. Find either and you 
possess both. 



WHAT IT TEACHES. 

The New Science of Life teaches that all Life is 
from God, and a part of the Infinite and the Eternal, 
and is sacred. When you believe your own Life is 
Sacred, Justice makes you grant that to your fellow 
man. Then the highest duty is found in keeping 
your own Life Pure, Just and IMerciful toward all 
Life, that your own may be worthy of Life Here and 
Hereafter. When this is obtained and this New 

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Philosophy of the Soul gains the victory over the 
Tempest of the Blood, mankind will find an Eden in 
every Valley, a Golden Shore on tlie margin of every 
river, and a Paradise tliis side of the grave. 



MORNING. 



Come with me at early dawn, 

See the river, 

All a quiver 
At the flaming kiss of morn. 
Hear the laugh from every ripple 
When the golden day is born. 

Hear the whispering of the leaves, 

Dew- wet from night, 

In glistening light. 
That gleams above the new mown sheaves, 
AVhile sweet the song birds all invite 
Joy to the lonely heart that grieves. 

And look afar from hill to dell. 

O'er field and fen. 

O'er flowery^ glen, 
A,nd hear the chimCvS of morning's bell. 
Inspiring the soul with thoughts to pen 
That all the joys of day foretell. 



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THE BLESSING OF NIGHT. 

Oh ! How the soul longs for darkness and sleep, * 
The mind that is troubled, the eyes that weep. 

The breast that pains at every heart-beat 
Longs for the night and its restful retreat. 

The glare of day with its fret and turmoil. 

Its hands tired from wearisome toil 
With the death of joy and with Hope's sad blight 

Longs for rest and peace in stillness and night. 

When sable curtains drop down from the skies. 
And the kisses in slumber close tired eyes, 

And Heaven all gleaming with twinkling stars, 
And darkness broken through day's golden bars. 

Then reposing on the bosom of peace, 
Life finds then at last it's only release, 

Dreams of Elysium divinely blest, 
It longs for the final, eternal rest. 

Oh! blessed night, that hushes our sorrow. 
Gives the soul rest for battle tomorrow. 

Come, lull me to slumbers profound and deep 
And give my heart rest and respite in sleep. 



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MY TEMPLE OF LONG AGO. 

Back to the days of my childhood. 
To the shaded brook in the dell, 

The hiish of deep, tangled wild wood 
And the charm of solitude's spell. 

Beneath the broad spreading maple, 
The oak and the elm and beech, 

I made my altar and temple. 
There oft' I wandered to preach. 

On the mossy bank's green carpet 
I made my first mercy seat. 

An old log was my first pulpit 
And the silence my soul's retreat. 

There I saw God in the flowers, 

I heard His great voice in the wind, 

In the sunshine and in the showers 
Heaven and earth seemed to blend. 

The wild birds were my plumed choirs, 
The thrush, the robin and wren, 

All with their sweetest tuned lyres 
'Gave music I've ne'er heard again. 



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The vines taught me faith eternal, 
xVs they clung to the swaying bough, 

This was my temple supernal, 
And my soul still worships there now. 

The storms that swept in their fury 
And swayed the majestic trees, 

Was the presence of His glory 
Sw^eeping the land and the seas. 

Here my heart found satisfaction, 
That it never had found before. 

And leaves the sweetest reflection 
Of the far away days of yore. 

It seems to me as I ponder, 
In life's fast gathering gloom, 

That all my joy is back yonder, 

In my childhood's temple, of bloom. 

There for me voices are calling. 

Through the glory^ of golden beams, 

And showers of mercy are falling. 
Still sweet in my lingering dreams. 



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YOUTH. 

Fair as the dawn o'er the distant hill \ 
Or the rainbow that spans the sky, 

Cheerful as the rippling, laughing rill 
As the crystal brook goes by. 

And beautiful as Spring's first rose 
That blushes at the first kiss, 

Bright as the stars in eternal repose 
Isi the rapture of love's first bliss. 

But when age has silvered the hair 
And cares deep furrowed the face. 

Then is our first love more fair 
And more enchanting her grace. 



The beauty of autumn, I think, 
Far more enchanting than spring. 

Then sweeter the nectars we drink 

And happier the thoughts they bring. 



ONE LANGUAGE, ONE FLAG AND ONE GOD. 

One and not the least, of the achievements gained 
in the victory over Germany was driving the German 
language from our schools. This gives our national 



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iongue i domination that, in due time, will do more 
than ary other one thini.^: to sustain American prin- 
ciple's md ideals for which our fathers fou.-^ht and 
toiled, md for which we have so g-reatly sacrificed. 

No nation can be considered safe while its lan- 
guage is mixed or uncertain. While the word of 
mouth is not fully and clearly understood the same 
by all, no confidence between man and man can be 
full, iree and undoubted. To speak one language is 
to tliink the same thoughts and follow the same 
leaders to the same ends. 

There can be no perfect national unity without a 
unitt^ of language from which springs a unity of 
thoight. Germany is a striking example of this fact. 

To guard the national language and protect na- 
tioiial unity is more necessary in the United States 
wli^re people come from every part of the world, 
with every race and every language on earth, than 
in a nation made up of one race and have no immi- 
grants to simulate in tJieir national melting pat. 

When Martin Luther translated the Bible, he 
selected the best of the German jargons to be the 
language, of the Scriptures, and gave it to the people 
who had never read the Bible before. As a result 
all read it and hence finally all used the language 
Luther chose for his great work. This unified the 

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German language and finally made German;\l as one. 
Luther, it might be said, really formed a Imguage 
trust. The Germans had to use it if they ^ere to 
be understood, and reformed their nation by! it. 

Abraham, many centuries before Luther fe time, 
unified the Jews when he declared there \nWs but 
one God, Jehovah, and to be a Jew was to ^pI*ship 
this God. This became a heavenly trust that ktands 
even until this day. I 

Without German language taught in the public 
schools where its use will soon become too infreijuent 
to foster and sustain it, the Pan-German propaganda 
that now belts the wxjrld, and if Victory had gone 
to the Huns, would have dominated the world. ',The 
defeat of the German tongue is a necessity for\the 
liberty and peace of our country. 



MAX A RELIGIOUS ANIMAL. 

^lan is a religious animal. He always wors}ik)s 
samething that he defies. The vain and proud w< 
ship themselves. They make the lowly worship Go^ 
Those between these two extremes worship accordii 
to their organic conditions, and some for subtle my.^ 
tery. Those whose intellectual capacity is too lim| 
ited to gra.sp an ideal, drift, but still respond emotion- 
ally to the Ever Present, but ever changing religious] 



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influenaes. But the gods of all mankind are placed 
on thnnes at the height of man's mental and moral 
conceptions, and are made better by looking aloft to 
the bfst the faith can grasp and the hope long for, 
and his inherited capacity attains. 

To elevate mankind is to elevate his deities, though 
none ever attain their ideals; because from every 
heiglit the soul reaches it looks beyond for a more ex- 
alted ideal, thus life is ever onward and upward. 

But man's course in religion is like everything 
else he does, he must either go fon\^ard or backward, 
he can't stand still. When he attains all he wants, 
or thinks he does, and stops, he is anchored, but the 
current about him is not at rest. The cable that holds 
him corrodes from inertia, breaks, and he drifts 
(Acwn stream. Ceasing action, his energies and hopes 
lose power and he never again ''comes back", but 
fmally reaches the eddy of inaction and awaits dis- 
solution in the failing scenes of life's past hopes and 
lost ambitions. 

Religion, like the l>est of all worth having, must 
be sought as the supreme aim and object of life, and 
be ever a journey higher and higher in mental and 
moral exaltation until the mind and soul and body 
are all brought into harmony with the highest the in- 
tellect can grasp and the noblest conscience can ask. 

For those who attain this, life has no discord and 



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the grave no terrors. When the Finite fails in the 
gathering gloom of life's ending journey, the lifinite 
becomes the Eternal pilot on the shoreless seji, and 
every voyager attains all he is worthy of. 



WHERE LOVE TELLS HER STORY. 

Peace reigns supreme where love tells her stoi 
With magical lips and eloquence sweet, 

Wooing to slumbers the heart that is weary. 
Filling each throb with joy at each beat. 

Where love tells her story all cares are forgottin, 
Shadows all fade into sunshine and smiles; 

Clouds melt soft into love's light all golden. 

And tears become pearls from love's crystal isles. 

The curse of man's sins that make life a burden, 
And under his pillow plant thorns of despair, 

Love softens till like flowers of Eden I 

Breathe forth their fragrance as sweet as they're 

fair. 

Love! thou rosy-lipped daughter of joy, 
Come, kiss the sad world to peace and rest; 

With thy own bliss our moments employ, ■ 
And soothe us to slumbers on thy fair breast. 



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THE LITTLE EVANGELIST. 

The power of a child for good is beyond measure 
and defies comparison. It softens the hardest heart 
and resurrects the deadest conscience. Its simple 
appeal succeeds where the greatest preachers fail. 
The light of its gentle eyes gives a noontide of hope 
TO the midnight of the soul. Its smile is the sweetest 
hint earth gets of heaven. Its success in the conquest 
of the heart is the power of unselfish love whose 
strength is in the helplessness of the child. 

A child's influence has reformed the worst of men 
when all other efforts failed. The father whom the 
baby cannot help is too far below human effort for 
even hope. These sweet little majesties build a 
throne in the empty heart and reign over a kingdom 
of love that was once a desert of hate. The little 
cripples hobble into our hearts, and with deformed 
fingers weave garlands of love and mercy that are 
richer and worth more to the soul than all the gems 
from all the mines on earth. There is no heaven 
without children, nor hell where one is found. 

In all heaven there will be no sweeter music than 
the laughter of a child, nor pearl on earth so pure as 
its tears. 

Blessed, thrice blessed, is the house where children 
play, and hearts where they dwell. The child's love 



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is the noblest, purest and most unselfish of all love 
on earth, and the best that time gives to eternity. In 
my darkest hours of care and distress, give me but 
one kiss from the loving lips of a child, and there is 
no more night of sorrow; it is the morning of joy. 



NEED OF AN EVANGELIST. 

America today needs an Evangelist more than it 
ever did at any time in the history of our country. 
The American conscience has gone to the Devil more 
than ever before. This is caused by the fabulous 
wealth of the millionaire scoundrel and the abject 
poverty of millions of our people. Both extremes 
beget crime. The corporation magnates steal legally 
for the love of it, and the starving steal for necessity. 

''But," you say, "we have evangelists." We 
have, and many good conscientious men. But we need 
a Greater One than ever yet struck our shores. He 
must be a philosopher, a scholar, a psychologist, an 
orator, a man of great vitality and one brave enough 
to ignore the dead and musty creeds and teach the 
true science of life. Teach that life is everywhere, 
and that to reform we must first think, then live cor- 
rectly, and thus take new life into our own beings, 
thereby making the old and corrupt over with the 
new spirit atoms. When the man great enough for 



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this work comes forth; the world will hear him and 
believe. Such an evangelist will not preach to get 
you to accept -some narrow creed and join his church, 
but ask you to accept the salvation for yourself, for 
vourself and all mankind. 



DOES DEATH END ALL? 

I am asked many times what the New Science of 
Life teaches about the Soul of Man, and here will try 
to state more clearly than I have before what this 
New Philosophy has to give on this grave and most 
important subject.. 

As so often repeated, I teach that Life is a Subli- 
mated Etherial Intelligent Energy in Atomic Form, 
that Life is a form of matter unlike the earthly mat- 
ter.' It possesses the wisdom and power to create. 
Its mode of action is to take up earthly matter and 
form cells, that is microscopic organisms in which 
the atom that formed them resides, and through 
which it performs its diminutive share of life's action. 

The human body is composed of countless billions 
of these cells, each group of whch has its own peculiar 
function to perform, and is so constructed to suit its 
work, and thus be in correspondence with its environ- 
ments. If, in the noraial, living body all these act 
in unison, it makes one harmonious whole, the body 

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being a universe, and each cell an atomic unit of the 
universe, as one human being is a unit in the universe 
of all life. What we call Life is the animation aris- 
ing from the union of the atoms of Life and the 
atoms of earthly matter. The Life atoms give the 
Intelligent Energy to the body it builds out of earthly 
matter, in which it bodies itself forth as a living 
being that is the likeness of itself. 

The form of every living thing is but the tangible, 
visible expression of the invisible Life that created 
it. This is giving the voice of creation a form to 
fashion the mortal flesh after the Immortal Ideal that 
is yet beyond our ken. 

This union of the elements of the two worlds, the 
seen and the unseen; the terrestial and the celestial, 
gives another form and kind of matter, a living body. 
This new fcorm of matter itself becomes the creator 
of another being. The mind that reigns supreme over 
matter and the laws of matter, defying the power of 
chemistry to restore the earthly matter to its original 
elements, until Life withdraws from the citadel it 
animates and leaves the clay again to take its place 
on the bosom of the earth to slumber there till the 
voice of Life again calls it forth to be the dwelling 
place of a living soul. 

Here again, may I tell you, the New Science of 

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Life takes the third step in the lesson of Human 
Existence, and dares to invade the unexplored region 
that lies beyond the paths of earth. In doing this, 
I am well aware, I launch my bark upon an uncharted 
sea, and assail all the bounds set by ancient or modern 
thought. I dare to give the teaching of a New Philos- 
ophy of the origin of the Human Soul, and proclaim 
it the offspring from the union between Life and 
flatter. It is a new being, a new, creature, like the 
new born babe. In the babe the parents become one 
flesh. The soul is the Di\dne Essence, distilled in 
the crucible of a living body, and has the material 
existence of matter spiritualized. 

The Soul, being a natural product of an organic 
living body, like all else in nature, is Substance. 
This puts it in the bounds of natural Laws. Its cre- 
ation, birth and growth is but the result of a process 
of evolution. It, therefore, passes on and up in the 
unfolding of Life. It is on a journey, just as we 
who now live on earth journey from one stage to 
another. But there is a difference. The Soul, hav- 
ing the Divine Essence of the Union of Life and 
Matter, and the embodiment of Intelligence spiritu- 
alized, is not of the earth, earthy, and not subject to 
decay. It now has advanced to the inner circle, and 
barred from the touch of Decay, and sting of death. 
In this domain there must be according to this New 

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Philosophy a wider scope, a greater opportunity, a 
sublimer reach for the Soul-Life, than the narrow 
bounds tliat circumscribe the living on earth. To 
grasp this thought the mind must recognize another 
world for the Soul, one as different from our world 
cis our life in the body and llesh, as the New Soul 
Life is without the tiesh. It is this Great Truth that 
the earlier religious psychologists, from Moses to Jaul, 
labored to make the common mind understand, but 
succeeded only in a small degree. 

In coming ages, the higher developed brain with 
a greater scientific knowledge will make this truth 
as plain as it has other scientific questions, and the 
human family of distant ages yet to come will com- 
municate with tliose who inhabit the now unseen 
world. Indeed, in all historic ages of the past a few 
advanced minds caught the intelligent waves of 
truth from the other shore, as the astronomer, with 

modern instruments catches fading, dying, rays of 
light from an unseen star, so far away it has taken 
thousands of years for the bursting fiood of life that 
left the great celestial body to get here. The wan- 
dering wireless waves of intelligence are borne in all 
directions, fiashed from the station on the shore or 
the ship at sea, they go everywhere, mingling, cross- 
ing, palpitating on and on, yet maintaining their own 



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identity to be sought, thousands of miles away, and 
translated into messages of hope or sorrow. 

So the greatest minds of the past, as I\Ioses, 
Abraham, Buddha, Confuscius and still greater, the 
Nazarene, caught the light from the unseen world, 
and translated the message from the Soul Life of the 
Immortals beyond the ken of the lowly plodders who 
are only as yet of the flesh. 



CREATION OF SOUL LIFE. 

Life shows new forms continuously. This is be- 
cause of the varied conditions arising from changed 
environments, giving different combinations of Life 
Atoms, and the Atoms of matter, as affected in differ- 
ent localities, latitudes and longitudes, different alti- 
tudes, degrees of moisture, sunlight, and all else that 
affects life, its developments and action. These con- 
ditions produce great changes in long stretches of 
time, bringing forth new forms of vegetable and ani- 
mal life. That is, something new is evolved. 

In this broad circle everything is embraced. This 
is the development in the process of evolution. 

There is nothing to-day as it was yesterday, and 
to-day and yesterday in creation means aeons of 
time, and that term means periods stretching across 

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many, many thousands upon thousands and millions 

of years. 

But in all this time and the myriads of living forms 
produced there is no evidence that any, even one, 

new atom has been added to Matter or Life. Nor can 
human intelligence conceive how one atom of either 
could be added, any more than to add one atom or 
one principle to the Creator. All the Real is Infinite, 
and fixed, without a shadow of turning or change in 
person or being. 

The whales were once quadrupeds on dry land, as 
were all sea animals, seals, sea-lions, walruses, and 
all such. 

Our beautiful song birds sprang from their reptile 
parents. All our apples came from the primal stock 
of crab-apples. Our golden fields of wheat from the 
wild rye found on the banks of the Mediterranean 
Sea by our primal parents. 

So human life, rising from its primitive state to 
its present exalted intelligence, grows nearer the 
spiritual. Even now the refined lives on the highest 
mountain peaks of human advancement may hear the 
voices from unseen lips and feel the touch of unseen 
hands. 

The action of Life in its improved course of 
development is Infinite and Etenial. It neither dies 
nor stops. It only changes. And its greatest change 

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to us is from the seen to the unseen. From the 
Material to the Spiritual. 

The Soul of Man is a new Creation of Human Life, 
as a result of the union of the atoms of Life and 
Matter, sublimated into a Spiritual being. The per- 
sonal idealism of the earthly life, set free by natural 
changes in its advance toward the Eternal Harmony 
of the Infinite All. 

It is in recognizing these basic facts in creation, 
and applying them to human life, in its changes of 
life's action, that gives the New Science of Life a 
profound claim to the best of human thought, in 
the present great changes that are now taking place 
in the course of human destiny. It offers a scientific 
basis for moral ethics as well a^ a definite way to 
restore the diseased body to normal health, and give 
it a chance to live out its years in time. 

This philosophy offers a guide to all, the highest 
and lowest on the weary road from the cradle to the 
grave, and is destined to survive all changes, because 
it is Truth. 



CHRISTIAN FAITH. 



''A philosophy that points to nothing better for 
man here or hereafter than the fears of eternal tor- 
ment, and the irksome grind of daily servitude, the 



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fret and pain of ceaseless toil, pinched by want of 
the many, bitten by the keen teeth of greed, and the 
sighs of the heavily burdened, cannot be the true 
philosophy of human life. It robs love of its sweetest 
expectation, crucifies hope on the altar of despair, 
and leaves eternity upon the melancholy desert of 
Death." 

"Atheism is the suicide of the soul before the open- 
ing doors of eternal freedom." 

"Materialism is the philosophy of pessimism that 
seems to find a chann in the wreck of Life, and a 
grim satisfaction in the desperation of its despair. ' ' 

"Before it the tenderest sentiments of the child 
shrink in fear and the weary footsteps of age would 
gladly turn back and traverse the lonely and sorrow- 
ful path of life over and over again rather than fall 
into the abyss of eternal oblivion." 

"The true philosophy of Life lifts up the dark 
doors of Death and floods Eternity with the dawn of 
an everlasting day." 

* * The belief in Immortality is the deeper conscious- 
ness of mortality that scans the abyss of the unknown 
and lights the gloom with a radiant glow of faith 
that sees a landing after the storm of life has passed." 



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1 

When I Was George Washington 

Once, just for charity and fun, 
I played the pai't of Washington. 
It was delightful rarity. 
And all for Christian charity. 
This was a long, long time ago, 
So long tjiat now I scarcely know 

If it were only yesterday 
Or a longer time far away. 

I'm sure it was a time long past. 
And of the kind my first and last. 

That night I never can forget, 
Though I'm past seventy, and yet 

There oft comes to my weary eyes 

A scene that seems like pai-adise. 

In my visions, through distant years. 

Through all my hopes and fears and tears. 

And while life's sands now slowly run, 
I see myself as Washington. 

I togged myself with hoots and hat. 
With pants and coat and all of that, 
With ruffled shirt, lace on my sleeve. 
And mighty sword to make believe 

That I was the immortal George, 
As he appeared at Valley Forge, 

Or when crossing the Delaware 
In winter's cold and war's despair. 

Proud, proud indeed, was I that night. 

And to that pride I had a right. 

I held his sword in my right hand. 

As father of our fatherland. 

Then, at last, my noblest part, 

Was to touch the patriot heart, 

And, solemnly I to impress 

The words of his "Farewell Address." 

I did and stilled all their heart's fears. 
But left their eyes all bathed in tears. 

Yes, then I was George Washington, 
But ju«t for charity, and fun. 



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THE LOWLY. 

The soul that strives to mount the skies 
With heavenly hope for mankind's bliss, 

May find, alas, such fate denies 

To those who tread a path like this. 

He must with lowly plodding be 

Content to slowly journey on, 
And hope at last the mom to see 

That gives his soul its cherished dawn. 

'TLs not the birds that highest fiy 
That sweetest sing their songs of praise, 

The vultures soar far up the sky, 
And eagles cleave the cloudy ways. 

The nightingale oft lowly clings 

To drooping boughs, quite near the earth, 
And there her heavenly music sings 

That gives the soul diviner b^rth. 

Many a man, though humble, slow. 
In meekest thought, seems but a clod 

With contrite spirit, bowing low, 
May rise aloft, and meet his God. 



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THE WORLD AND HOW TO TREAT IT, 

Trust the best of it, 
Pity the worst of it, 
Watch the rest of it. 



While you live in it, 
Every hour, every minute. 
To Truth try to win it. 

Never deceive it, 
Nor ever ^ieve it. 
In truth believe it. 

If you can, guide it ; 
If you must, chide it ; 
But never deride it. 

In love warn it. 
With truth adorn it, 
But never scorn it. 

Never confuse it, 
Never misuse it, 
Nor ever abuse it. 



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THE SUB-CONSCIOUS MIND. 

In all Philosophy pertaining to Human Life there 
is a lame part that makes the whole system a cripple 
that only recognizing- Life as a substance can cure. 
This gave life a real existence as a personal Identity 
before it formed the body and gave a personal con- 
sciousness and individual identity to each separate 
being. It gives a First Cause as a Creator of all 
things. This conception of the mysterious force that 
is back of all nature gives a comprehensive basis for 
the human mind to work upon. In the reality and 
materiality of Life it finds itself as a conscious and 
indestructible unit working out its share in the des- 
tiny of creation. To grasp the truth that Life is a 
Sublimated Etherial Intelligent Energy in Atomic 
Form, at once clarifies all conceptions of Nature and 
takes Philosophy from the realm of nebulous uncer- 
tainty to the field of Cause and Effect, as worked 
out by the intelligent personality of the Infinite All 
of which man is a part. 

Dare I say, without seeming to have too much 
of the Ego, that the truth will make all Philosophy 
clear to all thinking minds, from Plato, Aristotle, 
Socrates and their followers to the efforts of modern 
thought. 

All the great thinkers, past and present, make the 



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mistake of taking one abstract element of thought for 
philosophy instead of the whole truth of Life as a 
material being, working in matter, as the real arch- 
itect of the universe. This explains all the phenom- 
ena of Life in a reasonable and philosophical way, 
and satisfies the mind. 

Let us illustrate this theory of innate intelligence 
as the director of human actions. To philosophize 
upon the characteristics of the various nationalities 
and races of people in our own country, we take into 
consideration the peculiarities of each race, its en- 
vironments, its previous national life and the heredi- 
tary effects upon those now living, and, above all, 
consider each individual a conscious, sentient being, 
acting from his own volition and judgment. This 
ba^is of logic all agree upon, and consider each man 
as a conscious unit of his kind. 

When we turn our attention to microscopic life, 
we see infinitesimal beings acting individually and 
collectively much like the collections of microscopic 
life we call an organization, animal or man, and yet 
are slow to concede that these little beings are acting 
from their own volition and upon their own intelli- 
gence. 

In a former article I have referred to the leuco- 
cytes, the white corpuscles of the blood of the tad- 



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pole, taking the molec-ules of the tail, one at a time, 
carrying it up into the tadpole's body until the tail 
has entirely disappeared. Is it not reasonable to 
believe that tliese little creatures know what they 
are doing, and are guided by their own intelligence 
in returning again and again until the task is finished 
and the tail is stored away in the frog's body? Had 
they performed this task too soon, before the frog 
developed feet, his case would have been both helpless 
and fatal. These same cells remove the gills when 
the lungs of the tadpole are developed and perform- 
ing their o... .ce by furnishing oxygen from the air 
to the blood as the gills did from the water. 

The sub-conscious mind, when applied to the un- 
known intelligence within the human body, can be 
used to designate the vital intelligence that directs 
the action of the organs of the body. This intelli- 
gence is possessed by the Life Atoms that form every 
cell, and then reside within the cells, there perform- 
ing the functions of the organ. This gives direction 
to the most intricate and varied action, and is far 
more delicate than that the conscious mind ever 
performs. 

The conscious mind itself has an luiconscious 
origin. I mean to say it is not itself conscious of 
its orijrin. At least this is the case in all human 



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creatures before a certain sense that is possessed by 
a very few is developed, and only after long study 
in seeking' the consciousness of their own unconscious 
self. 

To these persons there is a conscious comprehension 
that mental action is present in the brain, and to 
these very high organizations at times an intelligence 
of brain action and life action in the body reveals 
life's mysteries so profoundly that others, less 
favored in organizations, seldom understand them. 
Such persons are often thought to be transcendentals, 
clairvoyants, and occasionally one may find his way 
into an asylum for the mentally deranged. Indeed, 
the greatest power of the mind does seem insanity 
to the mediocre if he does not concede its inspiration. 

There are, at times, certain conditions that a highly 
organized and hyper-sensitive mind can get what we 
may call a visible consciousness of the cell structure 
of the brain itself. This view is not less real than 
if it came to the eyes from beholding an external 
object. 

These views grow quickly before the mind, only 
when the eyes are closed or in total darkness, and 
present a picture strangely and weirdly fascinating, 
for but a moment, and then seem to dissolve as the 



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cells themselves lose connection with the conscious 
mind. 

By cultivating the condition that brings these 
views, which may be done, the subject may learn to 
commune with himself and his subconscious Life. 
He who has great willpower and clear reason, and 
adds to this knowledge of the physical and psycho- 
logical science of Human Life, will find not only one 
of the most delightful possesions that belong to this 
state of life, but get a more perfect view of all life 
here, and possibly a fore-taste of life without the 
weight of clay. To these favored few, meditation of 
all that life can give, is the most supremely satisfy- 
ing. It seems to open the portals to that mysterious 
and exquisite enjoyment of a mind in the trans- 
cendental Elysium of the exalted and purified state 
that Christ spoke of, but not even his apostles com- 
prehended. 

^Sometime, far beyond the age we now grope in, 
all humanity will reach this state. This explains 
clairvoyance, but is not understood by either clair- 
voyant or the subject. Tlie former thinks he is view- 
ing the inner life of the subject, while he is but 
seeing some of himself, and the subject thinly he is 



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receiving a revelation of himself while he is getting 
something about the clairvoyant. 

In great mental exaltation, as sometimes reached 
by an orator, an actor or a person wrought up to 
intense religious fen'or, the person seems to go into 
a trance or reach the plane of prophecy. Such a 
state Webster seemed to reach occasionally, as did 
Abraham Lincoln, and manj^ in past ages, as Demos- 
thenes, Cicero and Joan of Arc. These people, at 

times, were more than earthly. They passed across 
the line that divides Physical and Spiritual Life. 

Robert Ingersoll, though an agnostic, would pass 
into this state and then become profoundly spiritu- 
alized. During these moments he surpassed himself 
and carried his hearers into heavenly rhapsodies only- 
reached by the fewest of the world's greatest divines. 
Ingersoll could have been the world's greatest 
preacher since the days of St. Paul or Peter the 
Hermit. 

To the few who enjoy the privilege of communion 
with the subconscious mind the Inner Life is more 
than worth living. It purifies itself by meditation 
and thus enjoys the highest and best of life, and is 
conscious of a fitness of the life beyond the narrow 



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circle we are now held within. 

Many of those I write about can only get a com- 
prehension of this inner life when in silence, dark- 
ness and alone. Then an hour in this rich garden 
of life will give us more intellectual pleasure than a 
lifetime in the seared, coarse, rough life with the 
common herd in its crude quest for pleasure. Try 
this search and you will succeed only when you are 
transformed into the idealism of your purest 
thoughts. 



FATE. 

Man at best by art can only imitate 
And science delve deep to discover, 

It's God's Infinite powers that create 
And perpetuate all this forever. 

Man is but one insignificant mite 

In all the vast eternal sea of life, 
He does not always even know the right 

Nor how to best avoid the bitter strife. 

He suffers much from the distressing ills 

His flesh has heired from man's polluted past 

That pain and wound, no matter how he wills 
And finallv take death's toll at last. 



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FAIRY ISLES. 

I would like to sail to the Fairy Isles 

That are always wreathed in sunshine and smiles, 

Where silver ripples ever wash the shore 

In sweetest songs o'er and o*er. 

Where the nightingale pours from her musical throat 

Sylvan songs of the purest note. 

I'd like to sail on a silver sea 
In a shallop of gold, carelessly free 
Like Jason, seeking the golden fleece, 
And every care of my soul release. 
Or fly with the witch of the silver bell, 
To her charm enchanted flowery dell. 

Or climb to the top of the highest mount, 
And all the world's glories in joy recount. 
Or go to the depths of the southern sea. 
And the coral halls of ecstasy. 
Forever and ever my stay prolong, 
Lulled to sleep by the mermaid's song. 

But none of this joy is so sweet and wild 
As the laugh and love of a blue-eyed child. 
None so true as its innocent heart, 
And none so sad with which to part. 
Give me but this love, so pure, so dear, 
And I'd be contented forever here. 



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TO ''MAMMY". 

(Twenty-Sixth Anniversary.) 

Twenty-six years ago today, 
When we Hew from Nohlesville 

Across the river and down the way 
O'er meadows green, from hill to hill, 

We flew like famed Mazeppa's flight 

With naught but hope and love in sight. 

Past houses quaint and woodlands dark 
And gloomy dells we faster flew. 

By piping quail and singing lark 

And flelds agleam with diamond dew. 

W^ith anxious hearts away we sped 

While others wept the soldier dead. 

The light of love in your face, fair. 
Was brighter than the rising day. 

That paled upon your golden hair 
And blushing bloom along the way. 

Thus on with rushing speed we went 

And love the flight her pinions lent. 

But years have gone and years have come. 

That morning faded, distant, drear 
To the twilight's setting gloom 



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That tells us night is hovering near, 
But fairer still you seem to me, 
And must still fairer ever be. 



IN MEMORIAM. 



(Written upon the death of his wife.) 
When she was here the golden light 

Of life's sweet hope cheered every day, 
And met the deepest shades of night 
To light up all my starry way, 
When she was here. 

When she was here, cares seemed so few, 
And flitted by on noiseless wings. 

She found God's plan to clear my view 
For all the purer, earthly things, 
When she was here. 

When she was here, a solace deep 

Breathed through every passing hour, 

Sweetening e'en the dreams of sleep 
With some strange, enchanting power. 
When she was here. 

But now I hear the tolling bells, 

Have starless nights, all chill and drear, 

While my heart with anguish swells, 
Because she is no longer here. 



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SATANIC LIAR. 

Once upon a time 

The devil took to rhyme 

And he was going some. 

He piped them quite a chime 

Of every earthly crime 

The greatest of which was Rum. 

From earth's valley and dell 
Came the funeral bell 
Where whisky did its deeds 
Sending souls to Hell 
Deep in the fiery well 
To burn like withered weeds. 

He chimed of alcohors 
Handwriting on the walls 
Of history stained with blood 
With sorrows darkest palls 
In huts and mansion halls 
That came on whisky's flood. 

There this Satanic liar 
To kindle more hell fire 
Wiith faggots of the bar 
In degradation dire 



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The lower and the higher 
Came from near and far. 

Like flames from perdition 
To feed Hell's choice ammunitioD 
With chips from sorrow's logs 
Came the wails of sorrow, 
Grief for the tomorrow. 



SOME DR. HOUSER PHILOSOPHIES 

Never compromise character, your own or an- 
other's. To tarnish either is to ruin Life's only safe 
shield. 

Have faith in yourself. With it you can remove 
mountains ; without it you cannot shovel dirt. 

In our longing for something new, we often lose 
something better in the old. 

Continuous scolding a child ma}- convince him his 
case is hopeless, or that you are a hopeless case. 

Those who find fault with everything are incapable 
of seeing the good all about themselves, but not 
within. 

The human heart can be so full of good that evil 
cannot crowd it out. 

The sunlight of hope will take you through the 
deepest gloom if you will let it. 

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Even when the worst overtakes us, there is still 
consolation in knowing that it can be worse. 

An honest man makes virtue a necessity, but a 
rogue makes necessity a virtue. 

The hope of something better is the inspiration to 
better what we have. 

Finding fault is a disease that is quite as likely 
to complain of good as of evil. 

The strength of vanity is always the weakness of 
its possessor. 

He who underrates his neighbor hopes to seem 
greater by comparison. 

The envious remember our mistakes, but forget our 
virtues. The noble reverse this rule. 

He who wrongs a man is a scoundrel, but he who 
wrongs a child is a villain. 

There is no evil that is not first committed in the 
mind. If we never think wrong, w^e will never do 
wrong. 

When a man says he is God's favorite one, he has 
a poor opinion of the Deity. 

Some men are like their shoes, their soul is the 
lowest part about them, and the most defiled. 

When I hear some people advising the Lord in 
prayer what to do, I wonder that he ever completed 



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creation without their help. 

The Human Brain is the throne where the god of 
wisdom, reigns over the destinies of mankind with 
the supreme power of knowledge, and will continue 
to do so as long as man walks the earth clad in flesh. 

Virtue is the rarest flower that blooms on earth, 
and the richest blossom in Heaven. 

Wild oats are sowed in ignorance, and harvested 
in regret. 

Vanity is the disease of ignorance, and cured only 
by intelligence. 

Peace at the expense of honor means w^ar and dis- 
honor. 

Those who pray for God to help them will get all 
they deserve by praying to help God. 

To lie is to make others doubt the plainest truth 
you can tell. 

A soul is life's product for the markets of heaven, 
where it brings its real value. 

To doubt is to invite defeat, by dividing your men- 
tal forces and opening the gate of fear. 

Never expect something for nothing. Such thoughts 
make thieves. The world doesn't ow^e you a living, 
but you owe the world your best endeavors, and for 
this it will pay you. 

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Love is like a weary child, it goes to sleep when 
neglected, and then may find other enchantments in 
its dreams and never return. 

If you want others to believe you worthy of them, 
you must be worthy of yourself. Remember faults 
are more plainly seen than virtues. 

Friencis you must have to succeed, and you must 
find them. Enemies will find you, and without 
friends, destroy you. 

Don't worry too much about disappointments. 
Defeat is the grindstone that sharpens our wits. Yours 
may take an edge. 

Avoid deception. Its testimonies against you will be 
truth, the truth of your falseness. 



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GLORY'S GATE. 

When darkness hangs her curtains down 
Through deepening, gathering gloom, 

Love yet can see a promised dawn, 
A spring of opening bloom. 

AVhen Fame has closed Glor^^'s gate 

And shut Ambition ever out, 
Love turns its steps to kinder fate 

And finds a heaven where least it sought. 

Where weary hands can toil no more 
And tired heart throbs slow to rest, 

Love finds repose on some bright shore 
And smiles at troubles past. 

Then why should we at sorrows grieve, 
When they lead the way to bliss? 

We ought, indeed, be glad to leave 
What to keep is joy to miss. 



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Remember? Oh Remember 

That no Life can be Successful or 
Happy without Health. First of all 
aims and objects in Life must be 
founded on Health. That means 
strength, energy and power of endur- 
ance. All these, with still more, a clear 
mind, must be had if a man makes a 
successi in the battle of Life. Without 
Health the qualities will be weak, un- 
certain and his life a failure. 

Seek Health first, and all else will 
come to you. Come and ask The New 
Science of Life what your trouble is. It 
costs nothing. 

Dr. S. K. Houser 

Successor to 
Drs. J. A. and S. K. Houser 

220-221-222 Pythian Building 

Indianapolis, Ind. 



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